Bridges Smith #1 & 2

A untitled Tanka:
Natures Candles glimmer
Autumn's lightning blooming
Petal plumage droops n flickers
Leaves wither in white dew
Foliage raindrops in free fall

MOLESKINE

MOLESKINE

As I reach into my bag I do so a little more intently

I embrace it a little more intuitively  earnestly

As I retrieve it into my field of view I give it a visual   a tactile twice over 

My fingertips caress its soft leather bound skin   feeling it out for bruises   scratches   or tearing

My fingertips intentionally ease up alongside its elastic strap

I then gleefully

Spreed my MOLESKINES inner binding open to release that smell   feel   and look that is so enticingly familiar

I can't resist stroking the slight gap created flush up against its inner spine

I grab its back with my left hand and press hard up against its pages with my right

While leaving droplets from my soul upon its pages

I then firmly   lovingly bear down with my thick felt pen into its pages

Trying not to stain or smudge too much   but sometimes 

I just lose all inhibition    and scratch!

Here there everywhere

Recalcitrant winds gust about

East West North and South 

Ephemeral gorge winds